Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Imagination Maintenance

Can I come inside and read for a while?  It's kind of like my imaginative world energy levels are getting low and my thinking is getting overheated like a chain gun.  I need to recharge and cool my imagination energy with reading. -Boookie, age 9, after playing outside, getting "imaginative wiggles" out

Monday, September 15, 2014

Sons of Thunder

Seimi and Eejee have enjoyed getting acquainted
Mr. Eejee playing in his crib.

The old is new

The hobbitling boys have a new favorite album, AC-DC's Back in Black.  They only listen to some of the tracks, but it turns out they already knew a number of the tracks from movies.  The Mayor realized he had to purchase the album after hearing a 4-year-old's rendition of "Back in Black" being belted out from the bathroom toilet stage.

When he was a wee lad, the Mayor used to dance to the "worldly" rock music being blasted by the Wazzu college kids across the street, saying, "I can't help it, Mama - the music makes me dance!"

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Tanks for Breakfast

I don't want to eat oatmeal.  I wish I was driving a tank! - Seimi, age 4
 
Also available as an inspirational poster.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Huge Bluberries

Those were the biggest blueberries I ever seen in my life! -Seimi, age 4, after eating a plum he picked off the sidewalk as we walked back from the grocery store

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Cabbage fun

The residents of Michael Delving spent the weekend down at the cabbage with GranDma and Apu.  The hobbitlings were overjoyed to drink coffee with breakfast both mornings we were there.
 
Boookie with the Navy Lodge mug.
Ela with the Hugmug from Great Grandma Ruth 
 Seimi with a Starbucks Demi mug.
 Eejee, aka Eej, seen here posing in his moustache jammies with his moustache.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Not a Lion King fan

The littlest hobbitling, Eejee, was being prepped for a bath, and on the way into the bathroom, the Mayor hoisted him in the air, Rafiki-style, and sang,
Naaaants een-vwen-yaaaaaaa ma-ba-gee-chi-ba-ba!

Mr. E was not a fan, and he burst into the funniest, angriest, most wronged baby rage you could ever hope to see.